*munches cakies*

Hmm, major upside to working afternoon shifts at a bakery - all the leftover cakes and bread I can cart away. Anyone wants anything, just tell me! So today I got overenthusiastic and merrily brought a huge bag of pastries home for the family, who said... that's nice, Freya, you really think we can eat all that?

But the people there are really nice, even if I get paid a shockingly low amount for a 17-year-old and can only work a max of 7 hours per week :( (I'm never going to make over $55 a week, basically) And I'm learning to use the scary coffee machine and things, so I can stick skills on my CV.

Cathy? Can you ask your parents about tutoring, please, and tell me what they say? I'd like to know fairly soon ^_^

Gacked from Erin - ( My letter to Santa )

Notes:

Duncan: 11am - 5pm is fine, but I may throw bread rolls and pastries at you screaming "EAT THE BLOODY THINGS!" Just so you know. And I will be forcing you to watch the entire series of Yami no Matsuei, as well as all the new stuff from TTT.

Tai: Is Friday okay for you, in Woden? It's my birthday, but I have to spend it buying other people birthday presents >.< So I'd like to meet up and see your outfit and possibly wave my annoyingly unwatchable Yami DVDs under your nose.

ARG ARG ARG BIRTHDAY FIC STRESSSSSSS *screams for a while*
tammaiya, are you worried yet?

[Edit - oh yeah, finally got around to watching the first three eps of Weiss Kreuz today.
( Bemused ramblings... )

Muse

Open a blank mind

to you

I don’t need your hatred and
I don’t want your love
Let yourself inspire me
Let chalky fingers run over steel
And caress my imagination

I don’t need your glances
I don’t want your touch on me
Forget a passion without words
Words are everything, always
To a mind that’s seen too much

I don’t need another critic
I don’t want anything you can give
Tortured poet, you say – maybe
Watching you through curved glass
Clinical and searching for lyricism

I don’t need to live a cliché
I don’t want to feel this right
Don’t talk to me about truth
What place does it have in heaven?
I’ll live my story through you

I don’t need any more scars but
I don’t want healing either
Fevered scribbling to candlelight
A wick that burns too slow
Genius burns out early, they say

I don’t need darkness to see me through
I don’t want to live in the light
Give me words to set down
That’s all I’ll ever ask of you
And that’s nothing, right?

I don’t need you to kill me, heaven knows
I don’t want you to make love to me
Be as you’ve always been
But let me sift my thoughts
For just a few more hours

I don’t need to be damned forever
I don’t want your prayers
I can make you immortal
Don’t you understand?
...isn’t that enough?

Inspiration falls

onto an empty page